Page 4 of Holiday on the Rocks
“Don’t tell me to calm down. You shut up and get the hell out of here!” He took something from his pocket and pressed it against my cut.
“Apply pressure, and I’ll get you down.”
“I’d rather freeze to death.”
His hand against my stomach as he started working on the seatbelt caused fire to shoot through my body, and I closed my eyes. How could he be here? Every cell in me rolled into the fetal position.
“I think I’ve got it.”
I looked up at him remembering so many times we’d been in a car together. Hands everywhere, windows fogged, and an energy weaving between us that tested my sanity.
The seatbelt clicked open and he grabbed me before I dropped down on my head.
He set me down as the blood rushed away from my brain leaving me dizzy.
“Just sit for a minute.”
I looked into the face that was so ruggedly handsome it was unfair to all other men in the world.
“I’ll always hate you, Levi.”
He nodded. “I know.”
He got out of the car and extended his hand, and I pushed it away like an ornery child because I despise him to the depths of my soul. I crawled out of the car and stood up in the snow, but immediately fell down.
“Just let me help you.”
I got to my feet and looked at the ground. I was messed up already, but being close to him made me wonky to the core. It was too much and a few tears escaped.
“Allie, please don’t cry.”
All I could do was shake my head. I suddenly didn’t know if I was crying because of the car accident or seeing his face. Bringing it all back like a scab being ripped off of a wound.
“It’s steep and snowy, please let me just get your out of here, okay?”
“I don’t want your help.”
“I know.” He pulled off one of his gloves and used it to wipe some blood from my face. “But you’re getting it anyway. I’m going to bend down and you’re going to get on my back, and I’ll get you up to the road.” He flashed me a grin that had my stitched up heart shaking her fist at me. “Then you can hate me again, okay?”
I looked at the snowy hill before me. “I’ll do it myself.”
“No,” his deep voice rumbled. “You hold my glove against your cut, there’s a lot of blood.” He reached in the car and grabbed my purse.
“Levi—”
“Langley.” He turned around. “Get on my back now.”
I grumbled as I held onto his shoulder with one hand and jumped. He caught my legs, and they went around his waist.
My body was on his body. The thought sent more spots in front of my eyes. While my head was throbbing, my mind went back. Our bodies intertwined in an empty train car tasting the tequila on his lips.
I shook my head and focused on right now.
Right now I had my arms wrapped around the tall and strong Levi who’d haunted me for years.
“You okay back there?”
I looked at his profile, my tummy twisted, and I couldn’t say a word. Once on the road I immediately squirmed off his back and onto my feet. But I found out my feet weren’t ready yet, and I fell to the snowy ground yet again.
